“That you should be a close prisoner for the short time Mr. Sedley stays here; sufficiently near to be able to communicate and advise with you—for we count much on your counsel—and yet totally safe from even the chance of meeting him. There is a small chapel about a mile oft, where the family confessor used to live, in two neat little rooms adjoining the building. These shall be made comfortable for you. We will take care—I will—that you are not starved; and some of us will be sure to go and see you every day, and report all that goes on. I foresee a number of details, but I have no time now to discuss them; the great point is, do you agree?”
“This is Miss Julia's scheme, is it not?”
“No, I assure you; on my word, it is mine.”
“But you have concerted it with her?”
“Not even that; she knows nothing of it.”
“With whom, then, have you talked it over?”
“With none, save Mr. Cutbill.”
“In that case, Mr. Cutbill complies,” said he, with a theatrical air of condescension.
“You will go there?”
“Yes, I promise it.”